We had gone to sleep with my right thumb as a butt plug for Susan, as she, my loving Mistress, had wanted. I found myself unable to sleep for very long. I was afraid one of us would make a sudden move and I might hurt her. As nice as it was to feel her warm anal passage around my thumb, and the rest of my hand cupping her pussy, we couldn't take the risk. Susan was sound asleep so I very slowly and gently removed my thumb from her anus. She stirred a bit but didn't wake. I soon fell back into a deep sleep leaving my hand where it was, cupping her pussy. Her warmth was just too nice to leave.
Susan woke me by nibbling on my ear and whispering "Happy birthday. Time to wake up birthday boy. Today is the big day. Time for breakfast." I turned and held her for a few moments enjoying those sweet kisses we shared. She took my hand and led me to the shower. Soon we had washed every part of each other kissably clean. A good time was had by all.
When I returned to the bedroom I saw that Susan had prepared a special breakfast for us. It was strawberries and whipped cream with champagne. Susan gave me a big kiss, took a drink from the glass, then handed it to me as she put the bowls of strawberries and whipped cream on the bed. Soon we were facing each other, with the bowls between us, lying in opposite directions. Susan took a small bite of one of the strawberries, then held it over my penis. She squeezed a few drops of its juice on the head of it, then leaned over and licked them off. Then she ate the rest of the strawberry. It was going to be a damn fine day.
Susan took another strawberry, dipped it in the whipped cream, then put it to my lips. I took it in my mouth, kissing the tips of her fingers in the process. I handed her the glass. I then took a strawberry, covered it well with whipped cream, then slid it along the length of her pussy before eating it, slowly. Susan handed me the glass, took a strawberry full of whipped cream, ran it all around the head of my penis, licked and sucked the cream off, then ate the strawberry. This went on for about a half hour, until the strawberries were gone. We took the last of the whipped cream and used it to cover each other's genitals and Susan's tits. I reversed position so I could lick and suck her tits until all the cream was gone. I then continued to eat them because they just felt and tasted so damn good. Meanwhile we rubbed our genitals together to make sure the whipped cream was well distributed. Finally we got into a sixty nine position, with me on my back, Susan's ass and pussy over my face, and hungrily proceeded to clean each other of all the whipped cream. We then continued to work each other with our mouths until we produced our own cream for each other, which we also ate gladly. This was followed by a champagne chaser. Breakfast of champions.
We lay in each other's arms for awhile, some kissing, some caressing. Having a hunger for her sweet pussy again I rolled Susan on her back, then moved down so that I could feast on her. I like eating pussy. Don't hunger for it the way I do the ass, but from time to time it's the only thing that will satisfy. This was one of those times. I was also becoming aware that I was getting more hungry for this with Susan than I had ever been with anyone else. Then again I hungered for all of Susan, her body, mind and heart, more than I had ever hungered for anyone else. Knew I would never get enough. Actually it seemed the more I got the more I wanted. What a sweet addiction.
Was happy I was able to bring her to a nice orgasm. I love serving my baby. I love it when she gets release from my touch. As I was finishing cleaning her juices she reached down and began to caress my head. I opened my eyes and looked directly into those deep pools of love again, still kissing her pussy softly.
"We need to talk" she said. "About making love."
I knew where she was going. I raised my head and rested my chin on her pubic mound. "To me every touch and look between us is making love. But I know what you mean. Figured everything would come in it's own time."
"I know, and I love you so much for that." That sweet smile again that makes life worth while. "Guess you've noticed I'm pretty tight."
"Seemed that way to me. Even with my tongue it seems you are tighter than usual. Some women are I guess." I kissed her pussy again.
"I had an accident when I was about thirteen. Fell directly on my crotch - hard. Doctor told me if I had been a guy it would probably have been the end of any hope I would ever have children." She spoke softly. I just let her talk. "It caused some real damage. My hymen was broken, and I needed surgery to fix some other stuff. I'm naturally tight anyway, but the scar tissue didn't help when it came to sex. Actually, no one has been able to penetrate me completely. Not that there have been a lot who have tried" she laughed nervously. "Actually, only three."
I just looked at her for a moment, trying to take all this in, to understand what she must have gone through, at least as far as a guy could relate. "Are you saying that you are still a virgin?"
"Not sure, but I think I am."
"But you have been in relationships. How did that work?" I asked a bit puzzled.
"As it turns out two of those guys tried, but neither was able to get far. I was too tight and it hurt too much. Probably the fact that we were pretty young and inexperienced didn't help either. Seems a lot of guys are happy just to eat you while you jack them off or give them head, so that's how it went with them."
"And the other one?"
"That was Kyle" she said with a very troubled look on her face. This was the last relationship she had been in with a guy, the bad one. I didn't want to push her. I just gave her a few more gentle kisses while looking into her eyes, waiting to see how much she wanted to tell me.
"He was sweet for awhile. Eventually he started to get angry about it. Said I was doing it on purpose, holding out on him, playing games. He got a little drunk one day and tried to force himself on me. It hurt so much. I got so angry that I threw him off..."
"He tried to rape you?" She just nodded her head. I moved up to hold her, if she would let me. Of course she did.
After awhile she continued. "That really pissed him off. He smacked me in the face a couple of times. I got a black eye and a bleeding lip. Then he turned me over and pinned me down. Took his belt and began beating my ass with it. Accused me of being a tease, of wiggling my butt to get the guys, and then not delivering."
I was getting incredibly angry. A not totally unfamiliar feeling came over me. One I hated. Susan looked into my eyes. Hers widened and she drew back. "Al, you're scaring me. That look on your face..."
I knew what she was talking about. It had only happened to me a few times before, when I had become very angry about something, or felt threatened. It's like my very blood runs cold. Some look comes over my face. My eyes go steely cold, inhuman. I have even had animal growlings come out of my throat. Not loud, but definitely not human. Not sure what I would have done if the situation had continued. Fortunately whoever I was facing at the time wasn't brave enough to find out either. I had never seen it, but judging from the reaction of those who had I wasn't sure I wanted to. On one of those occasions I was facing a guy twice my size. He could have used me to clean the floor on any given day. Even he backed off when he saw this look...
I can't stop it from coming on, but I am able to get rid of it easily enough after. Susan began to relax. "What was that?" I explained it to her. Damn, she was the last person I ever wanted to see it. Actually it had been so long I thought maybe it was gone. Wrong again.
After awhile Susan continued her story.
"Anyway, the next thing I knew he was trying to do me from behind, in my butt. I screamed and kicked but he had me down pretty good." Susan looked at me again to see if that look was coming back. I was angry again, but managed to keep it in check somehow. First time I had been able to do that...
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